This is a song about "Part ways"

All the the errors of our ways,

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Lookin' for these better days

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Just all them fucking low life teacher ways.

And i got them gold bottles, first place

From the time that you stole my heart

Tear you apart part by part

A piece of art, at least some part

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Don’t let the others determine our part

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I conquer in all types and ways

This is no trial, this a closed case

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Twenty four hours,seven days. we sat and mourned cuz' we can't part ways.